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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Kents HIll & Full Monty

Saturday morning I had to drive north to Kents Hill to a private academy there. I was presenting with a Maine State Trooper, Roderick Charette (he was cute). Before this, though, I do my homework and searched on Myspace and Facebook to see how many students had too much info in their profiles. I also sent friend requests on Facebook to see how many students would add me as a friend without asking who I was. I had 22 add me, no questions asked.

One student, a 16-year-old boy I'll call BT, decided to email me. This is the exchange over the course of three days before my presentation:

BT: hey who this just wondering i will add u if u tell me about ur self not beign a bitch just asking who u are thats all ans how old are u ur pretty hottt lol

Me: Thank you for the compliment, LOL. I work for the University of Maryland but live in southern Maine was looking for some folks in Maine to add as friends.

BT: ohh kool how old are u maybe we could meeet up some time and we could idk w.e u want

Me: Oh hon, I'm too old for you. But I am very flattered.

BT: aww man come on age doesnt matter lol i wish i was ur age i would hook up with u anyday sryy for saying that but ahh ur so hotttttt

Me: I'm blushing. Thank you for making my day!

BT: hey anytime but there has to be a way that we can meet and who nows have some fun after that lol

Me: You never know. We may meet soon.

BT: and if i do meet u do u think we could do anything lol i cant belve im saying this sryy

Soooo, I get to Kents Hill School and asked the guy who booked me to point out BT so that I could talk with him. I told him I wanted to use BT in my presentation and we'd been corresponding. He had no clue.

BT comes in, I tap him on the shoulder and tell him to follow me into a back room. I turned around and asked him, "Do you know who I am?"

The kid almost shit a brick.

His eyes got so big I thought he was going to faint. He stammered, then said his friends sent the messages and they had his password. I told him he was not in trouble, but that I wanted to use him in the presentation to show how to Google a student and a White Pages search. He just nodded vigorously. I was enjoying every moment.

I got up, did my presentation, shocked the crap out of these students, showed how I found out where BT lived when he wasn't at school and got a huge round of applause. The trooper went on next and used a canned presentation from Netsmartz. Afterwards, he asked if I could send him a copy of my presentation. He liked it much better.

I gave BT a little stuffed moose and thanked him for his cooperation.

I got this email from him when I came home:

hey umm today was pretty good i learned my lession ur slide show was very ture no im going to have to change all the informatoin thanks again it was great....
hopefully everyone learns form this

LOL. I got a lot of great feedback from the kids and staff. I was a hit!!!!

Saturday my mom, sister and V2 came over for girls night. We went to our fave Japanese restaurant, then back home and drank wine. I went to bed early. I was exhausted. I'd been up since early that morning.

Sunday morning we had donuts, sat on the deck while I fed Chippy, then relaxed until we had to shower and dress for our big afternoon. We ate lunch at Barnacle Billy's in Ogunquit, then went to the The Ogunquit Playhouse. We had third row center tickets for The Full Monty.

Let me just tell you. Wow. The men in that were HOTTTTTTTTTT. All of them. Sally Struthers was a hoot. The singing was wonderful. We had a total blast.

Came home and crashed. Spent yesterday finishing up my presentation. I'm a speaker at a military conference at Redstone Arsenal Army Base in Huntsville, Alabama tomorrow. I leave at 1:15 today. I'm looking forward to this trip. I haven't been on a plane in what seems like ages. I need to get away, even if it is just for three days.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Marie Claire Magazine looking for victims for cyberstalking article

From the writer:

Writer for national women's magazine is looking to speak with female victims cyberstalking or cyberbullying--preferably those in their late twenties and early thirties. Especially interested in online cases that eventually went offline into real life. If you're available to chat on the phone with this writer sometime before 9/27/08, please email Cara at

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Is it a frelling full moon!

I get some weird emails at WHOA (my organization). I just had to post this:

I'm going to tell him to return his keyboard for a new one.


Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by
Benjamin T. Wadkins on September 15th, 2007
at 11:15AM (EDT).

realname: Benjamin T. Wadkins
comments: In explaining how to send a Header t Your
Instructions First line say to veiw E-Mail & hit Foreward button----I
Don't have a foreward button on my keyboard?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Media Request

You can respond directly to her (just let me know if you do):

I am working on an article which looks at online crimes people may be committing without realising it. Online bullying/harassment where people post nasty things about co-workers/ex-partners and bosses has come up as one these examples. Can I speak to someone who has had nasty comments, nude pictures or embarrassing videos posted online about him or her by co-workers or an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend? I would really appreciate speaking to this person anytime tomorrow or early on Friday. I can change his or her name if he or she wants me to.

Thanks for your help

Trudy Simpson
The Voice Newspaper
Northern and Shell Tower
Selsdon Way,
E14 9GL
Tel: 0 (44) 2075100383

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

911 Coincidence

I was checking my Myspace profile and today I have 911 friends on my list.

Like I could ever forget what happened today in 2001.

God Bless America.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Labor Day Weekend

Saturday was busy. Rob, my construction guy, arrived at 1130 am to do more work downstairs. He's been away for a couple of weeks. He broke up with his girlfriend and she's giving him a lot of grief. Plus he's working three jobs with his regular construction job. So he's stressed out big time and feels guilty he hasn't been able to work here. I told him to take his time. I'm not in a hurry to get it finished and besides, I like having him over. He's not hard on the eyes (ha ha). Seriously, he's a nice guy, a Marine like my husband was, he lived on Okinawa the same time we did, so we get along well and enjoy a beer or two when he's done working and just talk. I think he needs someone to talk to anyway.

He did get a lot done - the walls of the bathroom downstairs are up, he stained some more of the doors and trim for the doorways and cleaned up a bit. He does very good work. I keep telling him he should just go off on his own and have his own business. I would definitely give him a good reference. I've been taking photos of his work as it progresses and told him I'd give him a copy of them so that he could use them if he does decide to go off on his own.

Sunday, on the spur of the moment, I decided to visit a friend down in Massachusetts. I've had a lot on my mind and was still a bit overwhelmed about Friday. So I called the Econo Lodge in Westfield, got a room for me and the dogs, called my friend, told him I was coming down and got in the car before I could change my mind. It took me only two hours (going 80 MPH, of course, ha ha).

I'm listening to James Patterson's "The Quickie." I'm on the fence about this audiobook. I love Patterson's books, but this one is a bit disturbing. A homicide detective thinks her husband is having an affair, so she decides to have a quickie with a fellow detective who has been flirting with her. After they have sex, he goes out to get some groceries to cook her dinner and is attacked and killed by her husband. She thinks her husband knows about the affair and panics. But things turn in her favor, two local druglords are blamed for the murder and she accepts her husband back in her arms. Huh? I could never, never do that. I would have turned the bastard in. Then she finds out the detective she had the quickie with was a dirty detective and things just get weirder from there. I'm almost done with the book, but it's not Patterson's best work.

Got to Westfield. My friend arrived soon after. We went with the dogs to his local watering hole to hang out with friends, then got dinner for the dogs, put them in the room to sleep for a bit, then we went out to eat and talk. He's a good listener and a very nice guy. The next day I decided to stay another night and he actually braved shopping with me because I didn't bring enough clothes. What a nut! He kept pulling the ugliest clothes out and saying with a straight face, "Jayne, you'd look lovely in this!" I had to hit him a few times.

We went to the local American Legion to hang out with more friends. It was nice because neither of us was in the mood to drink a lot, so we had only a couple of beers, talked with friends and had a good time relaxing. He checked on the dogs for me, then we went to get Chinese takeout and went back to the hotel to eat. There are not many people I trust enough to sit on a king size bed just to eat Chinese, watch Deuce Bigelow and Joe Dirt and just relax with.

Left early yesterday morning for home. As I got to the toll booth on the Mass Pike, the attendant saw Guin curled up in the passenger seat and asked if she was real. I looked at her and she looked like one of those stuffed animals that are curled up with the fake breathing movements. I burst out laughing, poked her and she raised her head like, "What? What?" The attendant laughed and told me my dogs were beautiful. I get that all the time. I love those two dogs!

Got home and opened all the windows. I wasn't home five minutes and my oldest brother, Donnie, called. He was leaving Cape Cod with his wife and my niece, headed for my house. Good thing I got home early. I picked up a few things - the house actually wasn't too messy. By the time they got here, the ocean breeze had cleared out the mustiness.

We went out for lunch to Lobster Cove, a restaurant my neighbors co-own and had a nice lunch. Us girls had Mojitos, my brother had a gin and tonic. It was good seeing them all. I haven't seen my niece in ages. She looks good and is beautiful! So is Donnie's wife. She has made my brother a new man. We were never really close, but since he married Christine, what a change. We're so much closer now.

We went back to the house and he looked at the ship models I wanted to sell. I know he's wanted a model by Chris or his dad for a long time, but I never wanted to sell any before this. I finally decided there were some I just don't have an emotional attachment to. He ended up buying two models and is going to send me a check. So I'm all set for another month or two, plus the work I have coming up. Phew! August has always been a slow month and I was a bit worried about bills. Now I don't have to worry.

They left, headed for my dad's house. I relaxed, another friend called and we talked for a bit, then my Massachusetts buddy called to make sure I'd gotten home and to see if I was okay. I am definitely okay.

I relaxed last night, read my LOST magazine (I'm going to go crazy until it comes back on the air in February), had a glass of wine, then went to bed by 10 pm. I slept like a log.

Got up this morning, went for a run to the beach. I'd been doing walk, run, walk, run and this morning I was able to run most of the way with very little walking. It feels good to have that salt air going through my lungs, listening to Keith Urban on my iPod. I *love* his voice!

Got home, made coffee, sat on the deck and fed Chippy, my little chipmunk. Something was upsetting all the chipmunks this morning and I had to talk to him until he calmed down enough to eat the sunflower seeds I had. He is so cute.

I'm going to make more spaghetti sauce today. I have so many tomatoes to pick and do things with. I'm thinking of making salsa, too. It will be good to be busy in the kitchen.

Rob is coming back over this afternoon to do more work, so it will be nice to have the company.

V2 went to Charleston on Sunday and comes home tomorrow - hooray!

Saturday, September 01, 2007


Yesterday would have been Chris' 41st birthday. A friend from Massachusetts spent the morning with me, then I drove to the cemetary alone. The sun had just broken through the clouds. I had a small Marine Corps flag that I put in the ground at the head of the veterans plaque on Chris' grave, told him, "Happy Birthday, Chris," then burst into tears.

I sat in the car for a while. It was funny, in a weird way. Rob sent me a text message that he had picked up the door for the bathroom going in downstairs and asked when he could come by to finish up some things. He was a Marine, too. But he had no clue it was Chris' birthday. Weird timing. It made me cry more.

I called V2. She was working and was worried about me being alone. My other friend, Robin, was home, so I called her and she said she'd be at my house by the time I got there. I got home, she arrived with some Smirnoff Ice and we talked for a while. V2 arrived an hour later and we all talked some more. I have some really good friends.

I missed Chris yesterday.